I worked at Balgownie Pub when they owned it years ago, Arthur Laundy walked in one morning with a bottle of wine in a brown paper bag looking like a pauper. I said to him, sorry mate you can't drink that in here. Then he explains he's just dropping it off to the licencee of the pub, then started to follow me behind the bar. I turn around and told him he had to wait on the other side of the bar while I get the boss. I go tell the boss there's some old bloke to see him, boss goes out and sits with him, has a chat for a bit then the old guy leaves. Boss comes back in and told me that old bloke is Arthur Laundy, next time let him go wherever he wants in his pub.